An Extra’s POV

[Day of The Dungeon Conquest]

[Location: West of the City, Entrance Of The Grand Calamity Class Dungeon]

"YEAAHHHHHHHHH!!!"

The evening was bursting with life was every Adventurer in the area roared with incredible vigor.

Thousands upon thousands of Adventurers could be seen, all in their respective gear, as they roared with both exhilaration and determination.

The time had finally come—the climax that had been building up for the past few days.

Everyone's face, the ones that weren't hidden underneath helmets, masks, or hoods, depicted excitement.

Many had greedy looks in their eyes. Some appeared scared, while others just slightly unnerved.

Some Adventurers knew they were not qualified to enter the Dungeon, but held onto the hope that as long as the top-class Adventurers were present, they could just leech off them and enjoy whatever leftovers they could get.

They were especially glad to see that the Heroic Rank Adventurers were standing right in front of everyone—leading the march to collective prosperity.

The Scavengers were also present, though they preferred to stay at the rear.

Their approach was to wait and see just what kind of reward they could benefit once everyone had gotten their full or became complacent.

It astronomically reduced the risk on their end, and as long as they held out for long enough, they could gain a lot of spoils—all without hardly lifting a finger.

Just as Guildmaster Richard estimated, the number of Adventurers in the vast western desert was almost ten thousand.

A total 9,870 Adventurers were present for the Conquest—nearly twice the number that showed up during the last one of such a kind that took place three hundred years ago.

Not only did they have more members, but the number of Heroic Rank Adventurers was also astronomically higher.

all, they had

to see this though to the very end and make

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and get their face masks…" Sherlock said with a

seeing as he was

one brought it

tolerance level. I mean, look at us."

we're stronger, obviously." Britta

would be drifting in the air, so there was really no chance for them to

them went out and said it, all the Heroic Rank Adventurers had masks among the load they carried. Not only that, but they had Mana Potions of all

it was doubtful that they

this is a good opportunity for peddlers to make some money."

Dungeons, especially if it was a large scale

their goods at absurdly high rates. Depending on the difficulty of the Dungeon, and the desperation of the Adventurers inside, their rates could go from three times more than the usual market price to

to buy those items—whether it be

it a profitable venture; enough for peddlers to risk their lives by entering dangerous Dungeons… just to make

no need to focus on those behind us. It should be the

the strong, everyone cast their gaze

traveling businessman, and

had remained quiet for most of the

Until now.

glanced left and right, ensuring his eyes met every single one

at the massive entrance

discriminate between the strong or weak. If we don't focus on the task

words had a grim tone attached to them as he spoke

in Dungeons, just as there were circumstances where

strong or weak, perished

was something that had to

unknown creatures

comprehend them, just as they could not understand the nature